first person to go round the world

anonymous asked:

Um... if DoomFist is all super Scary Darwin like, 'only the strong will survive'. Then what must he think of ultimate survivor Jack Morrison!? The man survived the Omnic war, years of running OverWatch, the explosion (that may or may not have killed Gabe) and running around playing vigilante even now.

He probably sees Jack–along with most of Overwatch–as shining examples of his own philosophy who’ve drawn horribly, frustratingly misguided conclusions from it.

Jack and the rest of the original team fought through the Omnic Crisis.  They WON the Omnic Crisis.  They are the very embodiment of ‘conflict breeds strength.’  They faced the worst the world could throw at them and came out heroes capable of transcending human limits.

I submit to you, in fact, a young Akande who might even have dreamed of having a place on that team.  Of being one of the great modern heroes of the world, of going into the very heart of the monster with them and slaying it and coming out victorious.

But then?  Then they set about rebuilding the world so nobody else would have to fight like they did.  And so did the Overwatch recruits that came after them, both the first round who’d probably fought in the war themselves, and the next generation who’d been kids when it happened, forged in the fires of terror and sacrifice.  He watched these people, the best, brightest and bravest the world had to offer, systematically eradicating the challenges he personally needed in order to thrive.

In this way, I see him as a dark mirror reflection of Pharah.  She’s lived many of the same dreams he has.  She’s been given some of the same opportunities–she’s from a prestigious family, given the opportunity to associate with the world’s best and greatest and be mentored by them–and she drew many of the same conclusions about what she personally needed: to fight, to test herself constantly, to be the absolute best she could be and stand with the world’s greatest warriors and heroes as their equal.

But her mom took the time to show her the value of peace and the sanctity of life, and how every person should have the right to decide how they live.   Instead of believing her dream should be the way of the world at large, she envisioned herself as the bulwark between the world and threats to it.

Akande hung out with people who fed his thirst for conflict and his self-righteousness.  They encouraged him to take that need for conflict in his own heart and believe in it as the right way for everybody.  And that by extension, Overwatch was trying to make the world and the people lived in it into something smaller.  Something that never had to fight for its life.  Something that would never know its own limits because nothing would ever test them.

Akande reminds me of a thing from Tolkien, actually.  That when a great evil falls, the world is diminished.  When Sauron falls, he takes the power of the rings with him, and that includes the power that sustains marvels like Lothlorien and Rivendell.  There’s a lot to be said for a smaller, more peaceful world and the beauties and opportunities that come with it.  But for some people, it doesn’t make up for the losses: the lack of heroes or the chance to become one, because none are needed. The loss of the transcendent challenges presented by an overriding menace, and the perilous, knife-edged beauties that can exist only in a place of extremes.

I think this is absolutely how Akande sees the world.  For him, a man with the talents and drive to rise to every occasion, the need to be challenged and pushed to his limits, all he can see is the deprivation and diminishing.  And, to be charitable toward him, maybe he was marked from a young age by something incredible.  I think the world’s people did achieve something great during the Omnic Crisis and after.  I think collectively they came together in one of those great and noble pushes we see from time to time in history, those moments when it seems like it must be inevitable that humanity will fall into darkness but then instead they rise in a shining hour that leaves us, on the far side of history, awestruck and wondering what it would have been like to be there and see it for ourselves…

And he was 14, 16, 18, brilliant and fierce and full of potential.  And since then, he has spent the rest of his life watching humanity slump back into ordinary days and seeing only their failure to live up.  He knows that greatness is in there, and it frustrates him to watch people fritter it away.

Akande is an extremely smart man.  I don’t think he’s dumb enough to believe he’s something as simple as a hero for wanting to bring war back to the world.  But I think maybe he sees himself as the villain the world needs in order to become something better.  Maybe he even thinks of it as a sacrifice he’s willing to make for the ‘good’ of humanity.

But he’s also arrogant, and clearly obsessively competitive, and has possibly made the mistake of confusing ‘heroism’ with ‘glory.’  At the end of the day, this is all driven by what he wants.  What feels right to him.   We know he hates losing and I have a strong suspicion he absolutely can’t stand the idea of being wrong.

So yeah, I think he probably detests Overwatch and everybody in it for being so much like him and yet coming to an utterly different conclusion about how the world should be.  I think he hates Jack Morrison and the other founding members more than almost anybody (except maybe Winston, who is in his way also a brilliant, overachieving reflection of Akande), because they created it.  And I also think he is still utterly furious at having been defeated and sent to prison.

I think if he ever knowingly gets the chance to kick Jack Morrison’s ass, he’ll go after him with a screaming yet well-calculated fury.  But I think he might feel very smug about the state Jack is in now.  He fell.  His image was broken.  His organization came crashing down around him and he lost everything.  He would probably consider Jack Morrison to be demonstrably on the wrong side of history.

He would be thoroughly unwilling to listen to any warning Jack might give him that they might be more alike than Akande wants to admit, or about what happens when you try to reach too high.

What to Watch, Scenery Version

Looking for anime to watch where you can just sit back and enjoy the scenery? Here are five of my top picks for some of the most visually stunning shows that I’ve watched. Please keep in mind these are personal opinions, but if you think you’ve got a better selection, feel free to PM me and I’ll add it to the list. 

Let’s start off with Nagi No Asukara. While the beginning is a bit slow, the scenery is breathtaking and unlike any other anime due to the fact that a significant portion of it takes place underwater. Yes, you read that right, the show takes place in the future, or perhaps an alternate reality of current time. Humans live in the seas thanks to a special layer of skin called ena, which sparkles in the light. Not only does this make for an interesting story, but it also includes some visually stunning scenes. 

The next on the list is 5 Centimeters Per Second. This is arguably one of the most beautiful anime of all time. The animation is pristine and on a level entirely on its own. Told in three interconnecting segments, it is a romantic drama about making it through a cold world, only to find the warmth of love. It is definitely a coming of age story about accepting the fact that you are becoming an adult and moving on. The visuals appropriately take cues from the story, beginning with a cold winter and ending with a warm spring. I will only be mentioning one of Makoto Shinkai’s films, although all of his works are visually brilliant and include The Garden of Words, Cross Road, and Your Name.

Classical music fans rejoice! Shigatsu Wa Kimi No Uso, also known in English as “Your Lie in April,” is up next. While you may think that you’ve figured out the reason for the name in the first episode, hold on until the end, where the truth will be revealed. Another love story, this one about a boy who was once referred to as “The Human Metronome,” is longer no longer able to hear the sound of the piano. After years of only playing for his job at a karaoke bar, he comes across a girl in April who plays the violin. I hope you like tissues, because you’re gonna need them. There is so much color not only in visuals, but in the characters themselves. 

Owari No Seraph comes next. The reason I included this one is because not only are the characters intensely complex, but the backgrounds are too. They’re so rich in attention to detail that I felt it only fair to add it to the list. Against the dreary backgrounds, the character’s very pronounced hair colors stands out a lot, giving it a very vivid contrast to what Japan has become. I won’t say much about it, other than that it takes place in the future after a virus mysteriously wipes out most of the adult population at the same time vampires declare themselves the rulers of Japan. 

Last, but most certainly not least, is Zankyou No Terror. To be honest, I don’t think this show gets enough credit. Also known as Terror in Resonance, it’s about two boys who want to get back at Japan for their past. Joined by a girl who suffered at the hands of her mother, the three of them plan to go out with a bang (no pun intended). The visuals are so crystal clear it almost looks as though you’re looking at the real world. When I first turned this on, my parents didn’t believe I was watching an animated show. 

Bonus round! Puella Madoka Magica! Don’t kill me, I know, I’m a horrible person for including this, but it is so bright and colorful compared to the story line. It begins as a very fun show where a dark, mysterious transfer student appears in their lives, then a magical squirrel offers the girls a contract in exchange for becoming a magical girl. Don’t be fooled by the bright colors and beautiful backgrounds, this show will leave you thinking and perhaps questioning of everything in your life. 

Edit! Someone suggested that I add these two so here they are: the first one is Norn9: norn+nonet. Based on the otome game, a nameless girl with a mysterious past is chosen to join the crew of Norn, whose mission is to maintain peace throughout the world. While I have not personally watched it, from what I can tell of the animation it is visually very appealing, with stunning shots of both the sky and land. In typical otome fashion, the story seems to revolve around two girls with a cast of plenty of guys to ship them with. 

The second update I’ll be adding is Amnesia. Also based on the otome game, the story revolves around a girl who wakes up with no memories and has to try to figure out her past along with her new magical, floating friend. The entire show is very colorful, although I personally found it a bit slow for my taste. 

When there’s nothing but the long way ‘round

MP100 Valentines Week 
Day 1; Walk in the park

pairing: terumob

(for mp100 valentine’s week! each of these prompts is going to read as a chapter of the same story, so let’s see if i can actually crank out 8 of them in 8 days hahahaha,,,)

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There’s a common phenomenon in the world where a person discovers a unique subject for the first time and then coincidentally find themselves running into that subject again and again. Psychology refers to it as Baader-Meinhof, less formally “frequency illusion.”

Teruki calls it “psychic magnetism.”

He has an odd way of finding whatever he thinks too long and hard about. All he has to do is start walking and his steps will inevitably begin to follow an invisible, roundabout path to whatever it is that’s so stuck on his mind.

Since science is keen to explain away the paranormal, there very well might be an explanation outside of ESP for this ability of his – selective attention, maybe. Confirmation bias. Synchronicity. A seemingly meaningful but ultimately random series of coincidences, one right after the other. 

Whatever the truth may be, Teruki is familiar enough with his touch of the phenomenon to rightly assume, after a few minutes of aimless strolling, that he’s headed somewhere in particular. A few strides into the park, a few slow glances around, and suddenly his heart skips.

There. And the muddy mental lines fade into definition. It’s with purpose that Teruki steps off the path into soft, springy grass and makes his way towards where Kageyama is sitting quietly on an out-of-the-way bench.

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Zutara Fic Recs

I’ve always wanted to make a rec list so here’s a super short one. I’m only listing fics that I think need more attention and might not be on other lists.


Polar Nights by crystalline talisman, T, +75,000 words, 24 chapters

In order to arrange a treaty for the long standing war between the Water Tribe and Fire Nation, Prince Zuko is sent to the South Pole to arrange a truce by Fire Lord Lu Ten, where he is greeted by subzero temperatures, sea prunes, and quirky customs. This of course, is a cake walk compared to the revelation he’ll be marrying the stubborn spiritual leader, Katara. AU. Zutara.

Inspired by the question, “Why does Katara always have to go to Zuko in an arranged marriage fic?” I thought this fic handled the idea of the struggles Zuko would have in the South Pole and you really root for them to work it out.

Slow Heat by CultOfStrawberry, T, +214,000 words, 39 chapters

The Avatar continues his quest to master the elements and defeat the Fire Lord, with Zuko teaching him Firebending. The heat builds up between everyone as the end of summer approaches… especially Zuko and Katara… :includes Blue Spirit!Painted Lady Zutara and Ninja!Zutara!: Set during Season 2 and 3 of the show, with some canon included, but with some really fun twists.

This story has probably been on a few other lists, but I had to include it. There’s obviously a lot going on in this fic, but it’s a really good one!

Call Me Katto by ShamlessLiar, M, +272,000 words, 45 chapters

The Avatar awakens two years late, when only a token resistance still struggles against the Fire Nation. Katara disguises herself as a boy to follow Sokka into war. Not only must she hide her gender from her comrades, she has to help the Avatar while also dodging the creepy prince who’s taken such an intense interest in her. AU for timing.

I don’t know why this isn’t on more lists, maybe it’s implied that everyone knows about it? IDK, but man. So it’s a mulan inspired fic that’s crazy in all the good ways. I will say, Zuko isn’t my favorite, he just really needs to have his Ba Sing Se transformation scene in the sequel The King’s Pet or The King, which is at +126,000 words and I’m still itching for more. I can’t quite explain the series. Just read them, they’re definitely worth it.


I’m only including fics that were updated last year. While I have others that I love and might not be updated, I figured in a rec list to only go so far back.

Jasmine by Yorushike, T, +287,000 words, 70 chapters

AU, Katara, traveling companion of the Avatar, had always dreamed of the day the war would end, but she had never thought that she would be forced to marry Firelord Zuko, who was said to have killed his own father, for this to happen. Zuko had no other goal than to repent for his sins and bring peace to the world, even if both his allies and enemies feared and hated him.  

This fic is almost finished and at first things are fairly slow, but man, once you delve in and start bingeing things get crazy. The plot is very thought out and I don’t think anything was unintentional. My chest literally hurts during some of the scenes due to Zuko.

Enslaved by sharkflip, T, +109,000 words, 36 chapters

A triumphant war party returns with an exotic slave, a gift for the ruling house. Katara and Zuko AU

My love for this fic knows no bounds. Seriously. Zuko is captured by a water tribe war party. He’s originally a slave but slowly becomes an important member of the tribe. The settings is super realistic in a real world setting. Yes, the author doesn’t update often (she has a real life) but it’s not a forgotten fic. It’s a good fic to reread too.

Cursed Kiss by alwaysZutarian, M, +63,000 words, 10 chapters

Cursed to live with the body of a fearsome beast, Zuko hid from a cruel world that would not hesitate to destroy him, consumed with rage for those who had betrayed him, resigned to a lifetime of solitude. But then a ray of hope came in the form of a beautiful, blue-eyed woman. Could she look beyond his physical appearance and break his curse? Or would he forever remain alone?

As the author mentions in the prologue, this is a take on Beauty and the Beast. I’m SUPER intrigued to see how things play out because 10 chapters in and Zuko is still the dragon. But it’s not weird. And don’t let the M rating scare you, I believe that’s set for future chapters.

One Shot

The Best of Me by Lariren-Shadow, K, +2,000 words

The night before his eighteenth birthday Zuko wraps a bandage around his left wrist. He has a country to run and no time for frivolous things. It will make everything easier if he waits. Zutara Soulmates AU

I love me some soulmate AU. It doesn’t really go past the soulmate reveal, but it’s still a fun short read.

This burden you bear by cowlicklesschick, T, +7,000 words

Word travels, and war stories will be told round campfires and on freighter ships until every person in the world knows what Master Katara did for the new Fire Lord. She fights the burning in her throat at the thought of people knowing why she had to heal him in the first place. Post-war Zutara.

I will say, I never thought about what Katara went through after the war. Good writing with a nice build up to Zutara.

God is playing hide and seek with himself, purposely forgetting, playing the first person I AM awareness through all living beings - (Alan Watts)

“When children ask me those fundamental metaphysical questions which come so readily to their minds: "Where did the world come from?” “Why did God make the world?” “Where was I before I was born?” “Where do people go when they die?” Again and again I have found that they seem to be satisfied with a simple and very ancient story, which goes something like this:

There was never a time when the world began, because it goes round and round like a circle, and there is no place on a circle where it begins. Look at my watch, which tells the time; it goes round, and so the world repeats itself again and again. But just as the hour-hand of the watch goes up to twelve and down to six, so, too, there is day and night, waking and sleeping, living and dying, summer and winter. You can’t have any one of these without the other, because you wouldn’t be able to know what black is unless you had seen it side-by-side with white, or white unless side-by-side with black.

In the same way, there are times when the world is, and times when it isn’t, for if the world went on and on without rest for ever and ever, it would get horribly tired of itself. It comes and it goes. Now you see it; now you don’t. So because it doesn’t get tired of itself, it always comes back again after it disappears. It’s like your breath: it goes in and out, in and out, and if you try to hold it in all the time you feel terrible. It’s also like the game of hide-and-seek, because it’s always fun to find new ways of hiding, and to seek for someone who doesn’t always hide in the same place.

God also likes to play hide-and-seek, but because there is nothing outside God, he has no one but himself to play with. But he gets over this difficulty by pretending that he is not himself. This is his way of hiding from himself. He pretends that he is you and I and all the people in the world, all the animals, all the plants, all the rocks, and all the stars. In this way he has strange and wonderful adventures, some of which are terrible and frightening. But these are just like bad dreams, for when he wakes up they will disappear.

Now when God plays hide and pretends that he is you and I, he does it so well that it takes him a long time to remember where and how he hid himself. But that’s the whole fun of it—just what he wanted to do.

He doesn’t want to find himself too quickly, for that would spoil the game. That is why it is so difficult for you and me to find out that we are God in disguise, pretending not to be himself. But when the game has gone on long enough, all of us will wake up, stop pretending, and remember that we are all one single Self—the God who is all that there is and who lives for ever and ever.

Of course, you must remember that God isn’t shaped like a person. People have skins and there is always something outside our skins. If there weren’t, we wouldn’t know the difference between what is inside and outside our bodies. But God has no skin and no shape because there isn’t any outside to him.

The inside and the outside of God are the same. And though I have been talking about God as ‘he’ and not 'she,’ God isn’t a man or a woman. I didn’t say 'it’ because we usually say 'it’ for things that aren’t alive. “God is the Self of the world, but you can’t see God for the same reason that, without a mirror, you can’t see your own eyes, and you certainly can’t bite your own teeth or look inside your head. Your self is that cleverly hidden because it is God hiding.

You may ask why God sometimes hides in the form of horrible people, or pretends to be people who suffer great disease and pain. Remember, first, that he isn’t really doing this to anyone but himself. Remember, too, that in almost all the stories you enjoy there have to be bad people as well as good people, for the thrill of the tale is to find out how the good people will get the better of the bad. It’s the same as when we play cards. At the beginning of the game we shuffle them all into a mess, which is like the bad things in the world, but the point of the game is to put the mess into good order, and the one who does it best is the winner. Then we shuffle the cards once more and play again, and so it goes with the world.”

Imagine... Valentine’s Day

Word Count: 860

Warnings: Fluff, lots and lots of fluff

A/N: I’m sorry if this is crappy… I’m writing this at like midnight but I had so much inspiration for the valentines day thing so yeah…

You had never been treated to the finer things in life. You grew up with five other siblings and a tight budget. But once you started dating the famous Bruce Wayne that all changed. It was all about luxury and the best and most expensive things. You loved that he wanted to spoil you so much but you also kind of hated it. You were very minimalistic while he was all about big and grand. So for Valentine’s Day you asked him to let you plan the day. It’s not that you wouldn’t like what he had planned, you just knew it would be over the top.

You planned it all out very carefully. You had a small apartment in the city and you told Bruce to come over around six for dinner. You were going to make your famous family recipe of (Favorite Dish). It was your favorite as a child and you hoped Bruce would love it as much as you.

YOu prepped the apartment between the steps of cooking the meal and preparing dessert. You hoped to just cuddle and watch a movie or two, maybe play a video game. Just a normal day in. Once the time for Bruce’s arrival came near you ran to your room to throw on your (Y/F/C) dress and a pair of pumps to match. You did light neutral makeup that subtly enhances your eyes and face. After some jewelry and a spritz of your favorite perfume you were ready to go. And not a moment too soon. A knock came at precisely six o’clock and you smiled at your boyfriend’s punctuality.

You opened the door to reveal your boyfriend holding a stuffed panda with a bouquet of sunset roses. You smiled as you took the gifts from him and greeted him with a kiss. You ushered him into your apartment and told him to make himself comfortable while you put the flowers in water. The flowers were gorgeous and more full than any you’d seen at stores.

“Where did you get these? They’re gorgeous!” You claimed.

“The rose garden. Alfred keeps very good care of it.” Bruce explained.

“He most certainly does.” You murmured before remembering something. “I thought we agreed on no gifts.”

“You did, I just nodded.”


“It’s fine. You know I love to spoil you. There is nothing I’d rather have than a nice evening with you away from everything. This is all the Valentine’s gift I need.” He said wrapping his arms around you.

“You are such a sap and a charmer and I hate that it works so well.” You giggled.
“I’m glad to know I haven’t lost my touch.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away. “Come on, let’s eat.”

Dinner went over better than you could have hoped. Bruce praised you the whole time. It took him a while but he eventually convinced you to leave the dishes for the next day. You settled on the couch with some action movie playing (You were so not watching some lame romcom). You were cuddled up to him and you felt that even if the world had exploded at that moment, you would have been happy.

The movie ended and when it was lightly mentioned that you were good at video games (The curse of having four brothers) it sparked a challenge. It started out with cheesy games like Mario Cart and the like before you moved to first person shooters and RPGs.

“I swear to god if you don’t stop that I’m going to blow you to smithereens.” Bruce growled as you took him out for the tenth time that round. You giggled and shot at him again.

“You’d have to catch me first.”

“That’s it!” He exclaimed before tossing the remote and tackling you to the couch and starting an all out tickle war. He was prevailing as you were by far the most ticklish person ever. You had you pinned underneath him and he was leading a relentless attack on your sides. You were flailing and giggling like a mad woman. It wasn’t really your fault, he was tickling you. But no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t overpower him.

You were gasping for breath as you exclaimed “You win! You win! Stop!” Bruce was laughing right along with you, a full carefree laugh that he saved just for these moments. The moments he could forget he’s batman and all the responsibilities and what he’d done and all he’d lost. He forgets it for a moment and is just with you. You were the only one he ever met capable of doing such.

He leaned down and kissed you breathless.

“What was that for?” you asked out of breath once he broke away.

“Because I love you so much and I have no idea how I ever lived without you and I don’t think I ever can again.” He confessed.

“Oh Bruce. I love you too, so much. And I’m glad, cause  you’re stuck with me, for good.” You smiled as you placed a hand on his cheek.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”


In the beginning, we hoped to choose this era’s bad boy, the sort who’s raved about by everyone everywhere. You can see all sorts of “rebellious” qualities commonly shared by many of the youth of this era in him: arrogant, temperamental, rash, blunt…. And it’s a super magnified version. His “badness” comes from his unabashed desire and insistence on being his true self. In the end, as fate would have it, we finally managed to get an appointment with him, Huang Zitao.

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Shared Light: Chapter Four

IMPORTANT: If you have not read Chapters 1-3, click one of these: 1 2 3

If you have, be all means, continue your journey!

“As always, first to knock their opponent out of bounds, unconscious or has them forfeit, wins!” Midnight says.

In the distance, you can hear Present Mic say to the crowd and to Aizawa, his co-host and infamous Eraserhead, “will they be able to get their Gentle Touch move in with Bakugo? Or will his blasts be too much for them to deflect!”

“I don’t think we should underestimate Y/N,” Aizawa replies. “They haven’t revealed the full extent of their powers yet.”

With that, Midnight shouts, “Start!”

In a flash, Bakugo goes all in, blasting you with explosions. You barely have time to activate your darkness to block him and you take several blows. He shoves you to the edge of the stage but you manage to push yourself back in.

You pant as you see him stop to catch if you’re out of bounds yet. You aren’t. Your skin is charred and bleeding profusely where you couldn’t start your quirk up fast enough.

“You should give up now,” Bakugo says. “Before you get more hurt.”

You stretch your arm out at him and clench your fist. A stream of light surged through your arm and your wounds are healed instantly. You wipe the sweat off your forehead and stand your ground.

“I’m not worried about getting hurt,” you say to him.

You take the time that he stands slightly stunned to get in close, but are immediately blown away. His reflexes are fast; he doesn’t let hesitation slow him down. Your skin is charred again but you clench your fists once more and the skin underneath heals instantly.

You peel the charred skin off and smile, “you’re going to have to do better than that.”

You can already hear Shinsou screaming at you, as you’ve gone against everything he had told you about Bakugo. You were picking a fight, for good reason.

The crowd is in awe as they try to guess your quirk. Mic and Aizawa won’t tell the crowd. It seems like they’re waiting for a more dramatic moment. This worked to your advantage, as it didn’t give Bakugo any clues for what would be in store for him.

As another one of Bakugo’s blasts is aimed for you, you duck and put your hand against the ground. You move to the next spot as another blast is aimed at you and you land with your hand back on the floor. The smokescreen that fills the air covers what you’ve been doing.

“Aren’t you going to attack?” Bakugo shouts at you. “How did a general studies student make it this far without using their quirk offensively?”

You smile and it’s like the sunlight shined right against you as you say, “you’re about to find out.”

He puts his hands out to aim two blasts at you and you charge towards them. The crowd goes wild, thinking you’re running to your death.

“Midnight, Cementoss, stop them!” They shout. “They’ll give themselves killed!”

Midnight and Cementoss stand-by, watching in case they need to intervene.

Right as the explosion leaves his fingertips, you take your fist and ram it straight against the floor. A sudden earthquake erupts as all of the cement from under Bakugo crumbles and he trips, moving his blast away from you for just long enough. You sprint down the path you’ve created for yourself and reach out to touch Bakugo. But he sees you and turns his hand to blast you. You then cover his hand in darkness by putting your other hand on his, suffocating his blast. He hesitates at the sight of his black hand, enough for you to grab a hold of his face, knocking him out indefinitely. You take his unconscious body in your arms and sprint down the path you made, avoiding the crumbling rocks beside you. You jump as the rocks under you fall into the crater and you hold him tightly against you as you both tumble against the ground besides the hole you made in the cement. You sit on the floor, with Bakugo’s head on your knees. You brush the debris from his face, looking at how peaceful he looks knocked out.

Midnight announces to the crowd as the dust officially clears, “Bakugo is incapable of continuing. Y/N advances!”

The crowd goes wild and you let out a sigh of relief. You place Bakugo on the floor gently and put your hand on his arm.

“I like your fighting style,” you tell him, “good instincts.”

You get up and walk out of the stadium. Bakugo wakes up as you walk away and pushes the medical assistants, running in your direction.

He shouts, “who are you!”

You turn back and all eyes are on you, “my name is Y/N of general studies. Thanks for not underestimating me.”

You end that statement with a smile. The crowd goes insane, praising you for your sportsmanship.

“General studies? There’s no way!” “How aren’t they in the hero course? They just beat the person who got first place in the entrance exam!”

You pull out your phone and dial, “did I make the right impression?”

“Definitely,” your grandmother claps. “Just one more to go.”

“It’s time,” you say, “to use it. It’s the only way I can beat him.”

“Be careful,” she says worriedly, “you could really get hurt.”

“I know, but I need it to win,” you tell her confidently. “I will win, to prove myself to the world.”

“You really are something,” she says. “Now go get some rest before your next match.”

“Be sure to watch this next round, okay?”

“I’m always watching out for you.”

Your heart is unsteady but you must bring yourself to calm down.

As you walk to the waiting room, you see Todoroki again. His eyes are ice cold but he smirks as he passes you.

“Good luck,” he says.

You turn around and say, “same to you.”

He turns back and you give him a thumbs up.

“May the best person win,” you smile.

“Yes,” he nods. “May the best person win.”

With that, he goes into his waiting room and you go into yours. Shinsou is there and he gives you a big hug.

“You did it!” He says, “you beat Bakugo!”

“That must’ve hit him hard,” you reply, looking up at the highlights of the match, “given all those things he said in the beginning of the tournament and to you when you went to check out the competition.”

“You taught him a lesson and you proved to the world that general studies has some good kids in it,” Shinsou smiles proudly. He had the weirdest smile but it was nice, people didn’t get to see it a lot.

“It does,” you chuckle.

“So…” He says, “are you going to fully use your quirk for the next round?”

“I think I have to,” you grip the necklace you’re wearing. “I can’t think of any other way to beat him.”

“Be careful.”

“Wow,” you giggle, “now you sound like my grandma.”

“You know what I mean!” He says, nudging you. “You remember last time, with that squirrel.”

“Oh yeah,” you shiver, “that hurt!”

“Well now it’ll be fire and ice, so just watch out. Don’t do anything until you need to.”

“I got it,” you see an announcement, asking for you to enter the stage. “Well, final round.”

“You’ve made it this far,” he says, getting up. “Now make it all the way.”

You give him a mighty thumbs up then you say, “maybe after all this, we’ll celebrate our promotions to the hero course.”

“Definitely,” is the last thing you hear before you enter the stadium for the last time.

Everything you had worked for, it was standing right in front of you. An entire crowd of heroes was watching as you showed that your powers could be use for more than just destruction.

You would become a hero, no matter what.

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Byrgenwerth and the tangled forest around it offered a really unusual spectacle that night. The pungent cold of the day had turned into a playful whirlwind of snow that now whitened the college’s roof and balustrades. Snowflakes floated on the immobile surface of the lake and danced around the brightly-lighted windows like moths attracted to a flame.
The chattering of the party disturbed the unnatural silence of the valley, but none of the participants worried about it. Even Master Willem, usually not fond of seeing his students engage in such mundane distractions, welcomed with some enthusiasm the Winter Solstice’s celebrations. When the spires of Yharnam wore their soft, white coats, even the most righteous of its citizens set aside their moderate lifestyle in favor of an evening of fun and big binge.
Unrecognizable without their black and red uniforms and without a pile of books under their arms, students crowded the wide ground floor room now heated by the vibrant flame of the large fireplace decorated with red ribbons and garlands of evergreen branches.
At the foot of the massive wooden staircase, a never-before-seen assortment of exquisitely dressed gentlemen and young lads waited with some trepidation for the arrival of the female components of the group.

Ludwig, towering over everyone else with his impressive height, was scanning the crowd of Hunters, students and laboratory assistants in search of the only other person not present beside the ladies.

“What in the world is Boss doing so late at night?”

The younger man next to him raised his thin, blond eyebrows behind the round glasses “He better come. I won’t hide this damn book under my coat for the entire evening, y’know.”

“Are you really going to give it to him?”

Laurence sighed “Someone has to. At first, it was exhilarating to see the old chap losing it because of that girl but… This whole situation is becoming embarrassing. And kinda painful to watch.”

A low chuckle escaped the dark-haired hunter’s lips as he brought back his attention to the crowded room. “You may be right.”

[Winter Solstice]

Also known as the Bloodborne fanfic that I began to write in the middle of the summer while listening to Tchaikovsky and thinking about Sendak’s Nutcracker a bit too much.

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Davey found it surprisingly easy to kiss Jack on the open deck, barely giving a thought to anyone who might catch them. It was almost midnight so most normal folks were tucked up in bed for the night as it was, and besides, it was fun to be a little impulsive. Jack didn’t seem to have many reservations either, kissing Davey hungrily like they hadn’t been to bed together twice in one evening already. It felt like fire and danger and scandal and Davey could definitely become accustomed to the thrill of it.

When a loud bell rang out above them, cutting through the calm night, Davey’s little daydream was shattered. That fire he’d felt suddenly started to blister and he leap back guiltily. Looking up into the darkness above the ship, Davey expected to see someone angrily pointing at them, alerting another crew member as to what they were doing. Instead he heard something else.

The call was surprisingly clear, shouted into a telephone 15 metres up in the air and travelling through what had been tranquility. Davey was frozen, still in shock from the interruption and confused by the warning, but Jack had a little more sense about him. He hurried to the railings of the ship, climbing up a couple of rungs so he could grab a nearby rope and swing out a little over the side of the boat to get a look at what was happening. What he saw, he could barely believe.

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Headcanons for the RFA, V and Saeran, helping MC de-stress after a super long and tedious project?

A/N: A majority of these were based off of real life experiences and were honestly a lot of fun to write !!

Saeran has not been included due to time constraints. Will be added later.

Jaehee has not been included, and as to why can be explained here  

headcanons // long post // total: 3,363 words, 500-800 per headcanon

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Person 1: “Daniel and Kenneth, have you guys something you have to do before you’re jumping?”
Person 2: “close your eyes”
Kenneth: “I think it’s better to ask the guy who needs to put on his left shoe first and have to throw around his shoe some rounds too.”
Daniel: “Everything starts with the left side. Gloves, socks, leg, shoe. But I also use to sweet talk to my suit.”
Everybody starts asking what he said
person 3: “okay, do we have a doctor in the audience? There is one talking to his suit here!”
Person 1: “Sweet talking to the suit? What in the world?”
Daniel: “Yes. If it’s going to fly far it has to feel good, so then I have to snuggle a bit with it and sweet talking to it.”
person 1: “is it true? What about you, have you seen this Kenneth?”
Kenneth: “He sits there and throws around his shoe a bit, and then he finds his suit and he stands there like “Today will be good””
person 1: “How many suits do you have?”
Daniel: “I have… It depends on. I use to have with me like 3-4 on a trip, but it’s just the one I compete with who get the most sweet talking”
person 4:”Do they have any names?”
Daniel: “No, they don’t really have any names”
person 4: “do you have a favorite suit?”
Daniel: “I use to call them for the first letter of the color they are in. So I had a pretty nice suit this winter who was called S.S, and it worked very well.
person 3: “S.S? I’m just going to take on my S.S suit and fly far!”
Daniel: “But it works! You saw that it worked damn well in Germany.”
Person 2: “Apropos, how often have you sang “I believe I can fly”?”
Daniel: “actually a couple of times”
person 2: “A couple of times, a couple of times, I knew it!”


Hello this is my very first Fanfiction so i would love some feedback. I made this super Flufftastic and attempted to make it gender neutral as I don’t want to leave anyone out of Phil X Reader

Word Count -1014

Warnings- Its so fluffy im going to die!

I Hope you enjoy!


Originally posted by tinybosstim


After a long day at work all you wanted to do was hang out with your boyfriend Phil and watch anime. As you walk into Phil and Dan’s flat you call out to Phil to let him know that you’re not a murderer but rather just his significant other coming to smother him with hugs and kisses and not a pillow.

“Phil im home and I need to Bitch about my day to someone who will nod sympathetically and let me know that I am right about how much my coworkers suck”.

Hearing no response you’re sure he is most likely in his own world editing a video with headphones on, making the call of a non murderous person useless. As you start the journey up what feels like a million stairs you get to the level where the Living room you start to round the corner to the living room when you almost smash face first into Phil running to go get god knows what from his room.

“Phil”! You say with excitement but also with shock as you were definitely not expecting to have the tall pole of a man you call your boyfriend run face first into you.

“Y/N”! Phil says with as much shock as you had said his name. “What are you doing here so early love”?

Phil had obviously lost track of time seeing that it was 8:30 at night and this was always the time you came for a visit on Thursday nights.

“I came to cuddle and make out with your face to help me forget about the world of idiots that i have to deal with on a daily basis”. You say as you tuck your arms around his sides and force him into a hug as you finally let it sink in how horrible the day really was and that you can finally feel relaxed now that everything was again right in the world being so close to Phil.

“Aww babe, you have to tell me all about it”. Phil says as he kisses the top of your head like a little kid who needs a bit of reassuring. “ Come lets sit on the sofa and talk about it”. Says Phil as he grabs your hand and drags you to the couch.

“Wait, were you not just getting  something from your room before you crashed into me”? You say as you’re being tugged to the couch.

“Oh no”! Phil cries as he drops your hand to cover his mouth with both hands. “Im in the middle of a live stream on YouNow and I was running to my room to show them my new snazzy coat”.

“Phil”! You cry as the realization sets in. “Does that mean that your audience has been able to hear us the whole time”? You can’t help but feel your eyes grow as big as saucers as not a sole but Phil, his family, Dan, your family, and yourself know that you and Phil have been seeing each other. Phil doing that stupidly cute face as his hands still cover his mouth simply nods because you both know that he has made a big mistake.

“What do you think the chances are that they haven’t heard any of this and are still simply waiting for me to return to show them my coat”? Phil says staring at the lap top as if it was the one who betrayed him.

“Slim”. Is the only word that comes out as you feel the butterflies in your stomach start to flutter like mad. Its not like you were embarrassed about dating Phil. On the contrary you wanted to scream it from the roof tops if you could. Once you and Phil had started to go steady you had talked about wanting to keep your life private due to your job, and also the fact that you had seen what the internet could do to relationships that are out in the public.

“Im going to look.” Phil said breaking your train of thought. As you watched Phil return to the view of the live stream audience you hear him laugh nervously and say something stupid like. “Guess I couldn’t find it”. But you both knew it was too late. The comments were freaking out about how they were 99% sure that there was a another voice in the room and that they could have sworn that Phil had called love. There was comment on how some where sure they heard maybe a mention of making out with cuddles. It seemed as though all hell had broken loose. “Well all of a sudden i don’t feel so good and I think im just going to call it an early night. Love you all and see you next time”. And with that his lap top was closed and you both stared at each other searching for the answers in the opposites face. You decided to be the first to speak as you knew Phil was waiting for your response as he wasn’t sure you were going to yell,cry, or laugh.

“I told you that moving your live stream to Thursday would mess up our weekly cuddle session”. You say with a smirk on your face. You knew you could never be mad at Phil and that there was no one to blame solely. This has for sure been a joint effort in making this mess.

“I think we should pretend this didn’t happen, order some food and do our normal Thursday thing and deal with this later”. Phil said rubbing the back of his neck with this hand.

“Okay love”. You say knowing it will make him smile and  it did. The two of you spent the rest of the evening doing exactly that. You didn’t seem to suddenly care that the whole world knew your dirty little secret because it was nice to know that everyone knew Phil was all yours. Even if they didn’t exactly know the who.

anonymous asked:

You're so dramatic!!! I bet you got a 165 or above aka you could literally go to most law schools with a nice scholarship. Stop being so obsessed with the stupid ivies it's all materialistic and ridiculous. There's literally lawyers making millions or doing the things you want to do who went to unknown schools. You need to relax. Also many people get into Georgetown with a 160 which I'm sure you're overachiever ass got above so you need to really relax

I read this when you first sent it in, but finally have the energy now to respond.

I hope you realize that there is a real person behind this Tumblr. There is a real person sitting here–mostly stress re-blogging and clogging up everyone’s dashboards in bursts, but also writing those words as she feels so despondent and discouraged. I hope that you realize that, and that you sent in this message with the full understanding of the actions that you were taking. 

I had half a mind to publish this with something along the lines of, “How to be a Dick 101,” but that would only sink me to your level, so here I am, expending my energy to respond to your wonderful message.

Here’s a pro tip: if you have nothing kind to say to someone who seems down, then do not say anything at all. If you have to check the “Anonymous” box before sending in a message, really take the minute before pressing “send” to be deliberate in your actions, just as you were deliberate in choosing your scathing words with which to compose this message. 

I do not have to explain or justify to you why I feel the way I feel, why I set the standards for myself that I do–just as you do not have to explain or justify why you may not necessarily agree. And that’s what makes the world go ‘round, right? There are different types of people with varying personalities, life goals, ambitions, senses of humour–and that’s a beautiful thing, right? 

It’s not about the money. It was never about the money. It was about a life plan, dreams! that I have had since the first grade, and about feeling disappointed in myself for have studied for so long, for so hard, giving up so many things–only to not reach the goal that I had hoped to reach. 

Will I relax? Yes. Will I take time to reflect and heal before marching forth once more? Yes. 

But will I ever stop being an “overachiever ass”? 

God, I hope not. 

It’s certainly been a lesson of counting my blessings and learning to be flexible as life throws curveballs my way–but I will also never settle, and I will never, ever give up on my dreams. Nor will I ever stop working towards them with every damn ounce of energy I have, because that is just the type of person I am. 

Do not be unkind to people just because you cannot understand them. Do not roll your eyes at people who set higher sights than you deem reasonable, because everyone has their own hopes, goals, and dreams. The world is harsh enough as it is, without people tearing each other down. If you cannot reach out a hand or offer a kind word to others, then just bite your tongue, keep nasty thoughts to yourself, and move on. 

I hope that getting this off of your chest was relieving for you, because then this message would have at least served one good purpose. But I also hope you know that someone, a real person, read this while she was feeling so let down, her heart so beyond heavy, so that you could feel that one second of vindication for telling her how ridiculous she’s being. Yeah, you certainly showed her. 

tl;dr: don’t be a dick. be kind to people.

5 Facts About Me That Literally No One Needs to Know

I was tagged by @firenationandrecreation Thank you :)

1) I own an extra large shot glass that has the McDonald’s logo on it, but it says ‘Marijuana’ and ‘Over 10 Million Stone’. I got it from my Grandparent, which my Uncle bought and it ended up at there house.

2) Sorry to my future partner, but it’s already been determined that we are playing “Merry Go Round of Life”  from Howl’s Moving Castle at our wedding. In a perfect world that would be our first dance, but I don’t know if I can get away with that.

3) I had a dream once where I reorganized my sock drawer, then when I woke up I check my sock drawer and when they weren’t organized I was rather upset 

4) I’ll listened to “Run Away with Me”  (Micheal Arden) so many times, when I type ‘youtube’ into my search bar, it just goes to that video

5) Today alone, I’ve listened to two hours worth of podcasts

I’ll tag @gears-of-ward @skyeward-otp @stargazerdaisy @orlissa @sonnyofthestars @iwearplaids @agenthaywood @feedingthewrongwolf

Thank you for 2017

So I’m very bad with words and sappy sentimental stuff, so I’ll make this quick.

This year has been both incredible and bad. A lot of crappy things happened which I’m still trying to work through now. But I’m going to focus on the good for once.

First of all, thank you to the MDTT. I know we all only met back in October but I’m so glad we’re all so close. You guys mean the literal world to me and I have no idea what I would do without such amazing friends. Kris ( @angry-dark-babe ), thank you for being you, funny, serious at times, and an all round incredible person. I think it goes without saying how much you mean to me lmao :D Jem ( @redangel201 ), thank you for also being an amazing person, it was one of the best days ever when we met at MCM, and I’m so excited to see you again at Mark’s tour in February! Aliya ( @bookofaliya ), thank you for being so funny and an all-round great person to everyone. Satan, your humour and randomness is amazing, you’re so great! Shane ( @fknmuseblog ), you’re another incredible person I’m so glad I’ve met. Seriously, I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t met you <3 Pepper ( @pepperpoot ) your humour, positivity, and kindness is what everyone needs in a friend, and you’re an amazing one! Petch ( @petchricor ) I will never forget how funny you were in vc and such, and talking to you has been so great! All of you guys literally mean the world to me, I hope you all have an amazing new year and I hope we all stay fast friends for the longest time <3

Moving onto my new Tumblr friends: @cxrrupt-minds / @septic-superherx / @starryeyedmagicixn / @mirrorsandmoondust ( idk which blog to tag you on, sorry xD ) you are such an amazing individual I’ve had the honour of talking and making threads with. Your ideas and writing and personality and such are incredible and I hope we can stay good friends for even longer :D @oc-rp-louella It has been incredible to talk to you and make threads with Anti and Lou, I love them so much and I love chatting to you on a daily basis <3 @socialmanipulator It’s also been super amazing to talk to you! You’re so interesting and unique and aaa @fknmuseblog I’ve already talked about you in this post already but it goes without saying how much I appreciate you <3

And to all my mutuals, followers, and anybody who knows me: thank you all so much for your support! I doubt I would have made it through this year without your constant positivity and support in everything I do. Thank you.

Happy New Year everybody!

8 A.M.

Sorry we’re not as active right now, kidlets. Grad school’s a bitch. 

Anyway, you make our world go ‘round. Our askbox is always open for you– for prompts, for just saying hello, for when you have the sads and need some lunatic grad students to cheer you up… 

Cas yawns and stretches in the middle of the lecture hall. He’s not really a morning person, but waking up late for registration was what got him stuck in an 8 am Comp 101 class in the first place. At least he can take a nap when he gets home.

There’s still fifteen minutes until class, and the lecture hall is only half full. Most of the students there have travel mugs in front of them. One guy has an actual bowl of cereal that he’s pouring milk into from a thermos. A thud a few seats down the row from Cas draws his attention away from the cereal kid.

It’s Dean. They’ve never spoken, but Cas has caught his name a few times from other people addressing him, plus whenever the professor calls roll. Cas swallows, and looks back at his own travel mug. It’s stupid, that he’s this excited that Dean is sitting closer than normal. Chalk it up to sleep deprivation.

Dean sighs gustily, and Cas looks back up at him in time to see him empty a can of Red Bull into his travel mug. He raises it to his lips, and mutters, “I’m gonna fuckin’ die.”

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Theo Raeken

fast car - jonas blue & dakota

You wanted to escape from everyone and everything. That’s why you asked Theo to pick you up from your house to go on a long road trip. He, of course, was down, since it involved being alone with his favorite person in the world. Two hours in and you were asleep on the passenger’s seat, your body facing Theo.

He came to a stop so he can rest himself after that much driving. Looking at you, he remembered when you first met, the day his whole life changed. You were running late for your class and couldn’t do anything but sprint towards the room with your coffee in one hand and your bag on the other. As you rounded the corner you run into something, or rather someone, spilling brown beverage all over the person’s white shirt. They helped you up, telling you it was okay and eventually telling you his name. Theo and you ever since were inseperable, and after 3 years of an amazing friendship, you became a couple.

He couldn’t be any more thankful for that. In all his years upon earth, he’d never met such a beautiful, kind and carefree person as you. You meant the world to him and if you were to get hurt or taken away from him, he’d lose his mind. Only thing is, he still hasn’t told you of all the wrongs he did to your friends and other people. He didn’t want you to find out, because if you did, he’d lose you, and it would be like losing his heart, he couldn’t live without you.

anonymous asked:

hi, i'm firmly anti-reylo, but with civility i would like to ask you: what scenes in the force awakens convey any romantic feelings between rey and kylo? i would just like to know why you ship it. thank you!

Thank you for asking so kindly! I’m so excited to talk to you. My answer is long so I hope you stick with me. I hope you’ll learn about me as a person, and not just a shipper in the process. My answer is two fold like your question; 1) what’s in the film, 2) why do you ship it. Here we go! 

 I don’t actually think there is a lot in the film to convey equal attraction. What? A reylo just said that? Yupp. I did. Others may disagree. That’s cool. At this point I personally believe the attraction is very one sided on Kylo’s part. Are equal parts attraction necessary to ship a pair? I don’t think so. I think we can all agree there are ships out there that make us think “huh?” because maybe there wasn’t a lot of romantic indicators, but people ship it anyway. I will say at this point I believe Rey has minimal interest in him. In the books she does talk about his looks and she is fascinated by him in a way, but not romance. There are some who I know disagree. That’s fine. This is just my own thought on the matter. A lot of my attraction to the pair goes beyond what we have seen in the film, and I’ll dive into that later. However, there are a few things that Kylo does that shows his interest, and adds to my intense love and fascination for him.

Originally posted by knights-of-kylo-ren

This is your first clue. This is a man who chooses to be covered up, head to toe, all the time. Even in his own chamber he was covered completely. (Personally I think he’s an abuse victim from Snoke and it’s one of the reasons he covers himself up so intensely, that it’s not just him trying to emulate Vader but that’s another story. If it’s the case, the fact that he chooses to show his face to her is even more profound) He’s completely guarded. He has spoken to other prisoners and has never shown his face. One comment from this scavenger, and boom: mask off. The only other person he truly chooses to take his mask off for is his father. His father - and Rey. I see something in that. Others might not, that’s ok. But I do. 

Originally posted by reylo-musings

This. Right here. I have so many feelings attached to this face. He sees the might of her power, her strength and his reaction is this; he is in complete awe of her. And then she kicks his ass. They are true equals, matched on every level. No one else could be properly and equally matched for them both; his strength is equal to hers and vice versa. 

Then theres “Don’t be afraid I feel it too,” and “you need a teacher I can show you the ways of the Force.” Alright, why would Kylo tell his prisoner, his enemy in the war, to not be afraid. And what was she feeling that he felt as well? What was that feeling? We can speculate but we don’t know. SOMETHING is there. Something hasn’t been answered. Something will be explained. And Lordy do I want answers. He never would have said anything like this to Poe, and I’m willing to bet any other prisoner. Then, saying she needs a teacher. They are enemies in the middle of a battle and he’s offering to teach her! Note he doesn’t say the dark side he just says the Force. It seems strange that he would do that, at least to me. His eye contact with her in that moment is incredible. His eyes are once again completely locked on hers. He’s mesmerized. Next, a lot of people argue against the bridal carry as he has just knocked her out to capture her (I mean they are enemies in a war) but I understand this argument against it. I think the bridal carry touched back to what I said before; this man is extremely guarded, angry and bitter. He clearly avoids physical contact. Yet he carries her. He didn’t have to. But he did. Does that make it right? Hard to say. I look more in on the “why” personally, seeing what it says about a character. Why do I do that? It’s the answer to why I truly ship Reylo, that has nothing to do with the films. 

I was a damn English Major and a creative writing minor. My life in terms of shipping is about the characters and character development. The key word for me is development. We have one movie. We’ve just been introduced to these characters. We are all yearning and excited for more. We have no idea where these stories are going to go and it’s breathtaking to speculate, to wonder, to imagine. We have just scraped the tip of the iceberg and there is so much we do not know. I ship a redeemed Kylo Ren (so Ben Solo) with Rey. I want a redemption arch. It’s happened before, I think it’s going to happen again (explaining why is another long answer).  I want to see how they develop together, how they change together, what they learn from each other, how they grow. 

Now you may wonder why so much of my focus has been on Kylo and not Rey. I am very much a feminist, and don’t want you to think in the slightest that I think her feelings and emotions don’t count in this picture, that she’s just a pawn. I don’t believe that at all. But I think a look into my personal history as an English Major will help you understand my more narrowed focus on him, My senior year of college I had to write a masters level thesis. I spent a year of my life researching and studying a character trope I realized I’d been interested in and just naturally drawn to my entire life: the Byronic Hero. 

I could write out my thesis but it was over 50 pages, so let’s not go there. If anyone wants a detailed analysis of the history of the Byronic hero trope and why Kylo Ren is a Byronic Hero let me know and I’d be thrilled to type it out for you. This was my passion and life’s work for a very long time. But here are the basics (not all are required for a character to be considered part of the trope); a Byronic hero has a sense of homelessness or lack of belonging (this could mean he’s a wonderer, or has a rough family history), anguish, general angst and hopelessness, he’s dangerous to a certain extent. Yea, Kylo is very much a Byronic hero. The hero must also be in his own way stronger than the forces of nature. So it takes a hell of a powerful woman to love him. I know that’s Rey. The hero’s lover is stronger, better, kinder, more powerful than him. And today, she has all the power. Because without her, yea he’s a goner. With her strength, power and just general super hero awesomeness he becomes a better person. I think love makes us better people. I don’t see that as an issue because…love is wonderful. Love makes the world and the galaxy go round and it makes us better people. 

I know the Byronic hero is controversial these days. I’m aware it’s not perfect, trust me, but there is a deep, long and fascinating history of a literary trope, which adds to character development and complex plot lines. THAT is what I love. I’m a scholar first and foremost and rightly or wrongly, this has been my study. For that I love them. He’s a Byronic hero, but she’ll be the true hero. Not everyone will agree with me. Some of my best friends hate the archetype. Guess what? That’s ok. I love it. I love reading it, watching it in art forms. That’s just me. It’s a random interest that sparked something scholarly and a life long fascination. You, and any one who reads this, don’t have to agree. And that’s ok! But there is your explanation; this is why I love and ship Reylo. 

So in conclusion; I think there is evidence that Kylo has some romantic interest, but my main reason for loving them actually is more based in my own personal experience as a individual with my own interests and fascinations as a reader, a writer, a literary scholar and a lover of film. My love for them is based in personal fascinations and personal history and in hope for what will come in the future through their story arch, as individuals and together.  It just proves you never know the true reasons that a person ships a couple till you truly get to know them. We are all different. We all have our own reasons for shipping who we ship. 

Thank you! And much love to you <3